Poem Hunter
AS (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)


I was chasing after a ghost of love
Not sure if I deserved a second chance
When it turned into an angel in an olive grove
It seemed I fell into a deep trance

She had black hair and beautiful hazel eyes
Spoke a language I couldn't understand
Looked so familiar, but I didn't recognize
It felt as if I was in the promised land

After she handed me a weird eight digit code
I watched her fly up high into the sky
And couldn't make myself hit the road
She broke my heart and I wanted to cry

When I read the ciphers I doubled up with laughter
She was probably my next reincarnation
It was my birthday date a hundred years after
I'll have to try hard on my way to perfection

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